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A Day Lying Beneath a Tree in Prospect Park Listening to a Happy Song
Nursing a headache, I ventured out on this lovely spring day. Seventy-Seven degree Farenheit. Or approximately 20 C. Crystal blue sky. Wandering clouds. Trees just beginning to bloom with buds. Eh, enough words. See for yourself:
I just stared up at this tree with my sunglasses on, back flat on the grassy meadow, not far from the lake, with people bustling by on bikes...listening to Bert Jamasch's "Come Sing a Happy Song to Prove We Can All Get Along.." - which you can listen to as well below.
I wish I was a star moving in
The dark in a deep blue sky
Well, love and hate are lost behind the moon
Where nothing can go wrong
And my soul can get along
Sometimes I wonder how long it will be
Before I can settle down
For a busy world gets busier each day
I don"t want to complain
But I find the world insane
I just stared up at this tree with my sunglasses on, back flat on the grassy meadow, not far from the lake, with people bustling by on bikes...listening to Bert Jamasch's "Come Sing a Happy Song to Prove We Can All Get Along.." - which you can listen to as well below.
I wish I was a star moving in
The dark in a deep blue sky
Well, love and hate are lost behind the moon
Where nothing can go wrong
And my soul can get along
Sometimes I wonder how long it will be
Before I can settle down
For a busy world gets busier each day
I don"t want to complain
But I find the world insane